Silly Malone - The White Birch

We found the same

We were the ones who leaned on to a solid frame

Looking for a perfect smile

But out on the streets

There was always a new style

I could not imitate

Silly Malone

We felt alive

Defied all our thrones and borders

A way to survive

Offering the drivers red wine

Lovesick, smearing on some lipstick

For each new borderline

I could not cover up

I remember when i saw your face in the park

You were disguised as a brave little star

Well, it’s ok i see your face in the mirror

I surrender to a smile

I’m coming home